Ain't It Good to You

歌詞

(Moe Luv scratches an N.W.A. sample (originally Curtis Mayfield?) saying the word "niggaz" over and over) Brothers wanna know, what's goin on about the 4-1-1 on the group, and so on and so forth So what you talk for, you know what I came for: a motherf**kin ground war! Talkin that same old style Same old song, same old thang Sweatin yourself, you're gettin busy yo Huh, but you still can't hang I'd rather rip, and still the flip trip On the mic grip and hit, and then trip into I never ever miss.. yo You still ain't shit Thinkin you're all that, you've got the rep and props but you still can't rap Wanna talk about a wannabe, never gonna be ever gonna be, who's gonna see Come near here, come here child yeah I got flavor, style -- compare (Moe Luv cuts: "hold the beat, stop the beat, drop the beat") Yo, you can't compete You wanna steal my voice, steal our sound Steal my beats, you wanna f**k around I don't play son, shorts do I take none You need help better call 9-1-1 or the Beatles, or Susannah Drink you up like a cup of Tropicana juice, I got more, flowin like a river Yeah, style's what I give ya Shakin em, keep fakin em, make make makin em Takin em, bakin em, no mistaken em Dope, hyper, raw def MC Wanna talk about a man, yo who is he or she, you got nerve to even talk that What about that, yeah, what's up with that rumor talkin, we can't make a hit We've been makin hits while you've been suckin dicks around the town, lookin for a hardcore deal Yeah - you ain't real! "Niggaz"